Northern Frontier
'The last summer, twelve of us set off north in search for an Ice Troll. Unfortunately, it turned out the Troll found them first.'
'Ha, you’re a madman! Twelve men couldn’t bring it down. Do you really believe the two of us stand any chance?'
'Yes. Only four and half metre were those lances of theirs. Mine is six.'
First - lineart sketch
Second - Trying some colours under sketch
Third - Getting rid of lines. Some of them are overpainted and some just erased ;-)
Mooore details .. Almost finished.